"I just like food," Teja said with a shrug. He wasn't particular about the where, just as long as what he ate tasted good. He was getting used to not having Jean Pierre around; the six-star chef disappeared with the rest of them a week prior.
"It's an awful series, and I've got all his books. I wouldn't say it's high literature, but it's definitely readable. I sort of envy what comes out of his brain. For someone as outright sickeningly nice as Soren, he's got a very dark mind. More dark than most people." He lit another cigarette as he walked. "Nobody knows where people go when they leave. All we know is that some of them return back to the worlds they're from. Some go to realities so similar to this one that it's almost imperceptible in their differences. Some simply cease to be. As for how many of us there are? Offdensen and the various versions of myself have been keeping a running tally since 2005, and we've counted over 30 different realities for Dethklok and their progeny alone. If you try to count everyone on the board, I'm guessing you'll reach the high thousands before you even break a sweat."